Horus x Ка-тет - Ересь
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I curtained my eyes again with lethargic centuries REP REP was captured by cripples
This compost of someone else's culture is visible everywhere I have practically none
I fall asleep again under their nonsense, because here they gently lay all their creativity, this minstrel show
All that they are capable of causing is the most near shock
But what to wait for a new sound here he is a friend friend to tearing the doutikan taboos
Someone's bone dogmas at me are trampled in the ground

After all, everywhere nonsense fu has long been a day in their mouth in their mouth
Russian repet is a corpse from which I prepared a trampoline
It's easier than finding a flame in hell

I do not care where the herd is looking at the herd is shocked by the fact that they give it for adversarially climbing obediently into the clamp
After all, the grass is tastier where the whip will show them
Not to me under the diamond crumb of stars in gray slush of everyday life without a purpose sink
Nearby the mill is waiting for to grind into bone flour

Not the first violin of the orchestra is the game contrary to conductor
I don’t hear the slave of the conjuncture, therefore I am forced to grow like a dollar
Mordor around I am angry like a morgot and but an interior for art as a noldor
The goal is the folded mountains among these forever well -fed ms I am a hungry glutton

So I am purple that the expert is treating
You are not Morgan Freeman I don't need your advice
To hell with the shameful pillars of these public opinions, leave your nonsense with you

Your nonsense
Everyone drags his cross leave my choice to me
Studio Scrap there I carry my skeleton
It comes for the heels of the time for the cannibal

Here the life of a string of affairs flies
Sports flourish - running from problems
Acts will not distilty thoughts therefore
I will spill into Mike everything that I wanted

I shaman on the block again on the block
Where the crafty rummages like Loki
Different legs are trampling only roads
Once again, different legs are trampling some roads

All they say -EXE
He sees a trained look-country
The choir of the voices is inappropriately
Shut up you are boring to me

So many different opinions, but most of them swam past.
I am kinder than panda and calmer coals under ketamine.
The life of a pantomime, which is full of absurd, from the cradle to the commemoration.
As the bitch, the endless pursuit of the dopamine, cluttered.

I, like mines, for these bumps.
In addition to the weather, longing we are volumes.
From thoughts, the head was smoked with a fireplace and here neither grass nor horseman will not save.
Yes, I did not stay anonymous for long, but I have no hoof or niuba to anything.
My craft is the beads of words diligently string on a thread.

Every critic and almost an expert.
And where you do not spit - there is an esthete everywhere.
But I do what I want, as old Alista taught.
That I have cries of crowds, pharaohs, idols, chimeras, leaders and priests ...
An absurd performance will interrupt the sank that has fallen curtains in the darkness.

Yes, perhaps this will not hear this often.
Let it be cynical, but honest.
And somewhere with grass the overgrown area waits for you to find your place.
Replenishing the ranks of the fertilizing land, the worms of the interpreted bodies,
I don’t know how you, but I would regret that I did not do what I wanted.